A Few Confessions

Okay, I've been in the blog world for what...10 hours and already it is changing my life.  I drive down the street thinking of things that I might want to write about.  Funny things that I used to just keep in my head are now forming into witty blogs with colorful photos, all put to music.  What have you done to me...I'm a bloggie.  Soon I will learn the secret hand signals and mystic computer words like UR L's, widgets and HTML.  Two weeks ago I was fast asleep at this time of the night (1:30 a.m.) I was deep in REM, and now I am feeling the overwhelming desire to talk to myself...computer therapy, and to my Internet peeping Tom's.  

My second confession...I love David Archuleta.  I have been in mourning today over the results of American Idol.  I LOVE Reality TV....There I have said it and you will just have to deal with it.  Some people lie and say they don't watch Reality TV.  RIGHT!!  You watch it, you love it, you can't get enough of it.  You are just like me.  And how do I know?  You like to watch other people's lives.  If you didn't you probably wouldn't spend one hour reading all of your friend's blogs (one hour of confessed blog reading is really three) each week (which really means that you read them or peep in on them three or four times a week) just to see if your life is more exciting then their's, which it never is since everyone else is such a terrific writer with exciting things happening to them, and fantastic portrait studio quality pictures of them and their children doing fun and creative things with their kids, that you are too tired to do.  So you watch reality TV just like me.  But here is my frustration.  I watch, and then my favorites don't win.  How can you invest ten to twelve weeks to have your favorite kicked out on the finale.  It is like Scarlet not really getting Rhett, McSteamy ending up with Rose and not Meredith.  How does this happen.  I need MY guy to win every now and then.  I am so sad.  I know David A. will be okay and that he will get the record deal, that the Bachelor will end up dumping what's her name and choosing the other one that was much better suited for him, the one that now I can't remember her name, and that Parvati will loose all her winnings from Survivor and end up on the pages of Playboy and sleeping with her boss.  But every now and then I need to pick a winner.  I guess there in lies the beef.  I need to choose better winners.  WOW that is DEEP.  This therapy is really working.  I'm a happy blogger